Where did all this begin my malicious tale
So rife with loathing, despair and revenge
Picture this a home could grow aware
Would this explain why I now live in fear
Sometimes the razors drill and doesn't cut enough
Sometimes it definitely cuts too much

All of this aggression and fury inside me
Has seeped into the bones of this old house
Year by year the rage was building up
And my short fuse has turned against me
Sometimes the razors drill and doesn't cut enough
Sometimes it definitely cuts too much
Sometimes the anger doesn't always manifest
Sometimes the anger's like a hornets nest

I don't know how much I can take
I simply must get out of this mad house
Nowhere to hide I can't escape
I really think it's gunning for me now
You can't imagine how I ache to toss a match
And burn the whole thing down
I pray in time it's blown away
To nothing but a big hole in the ground

Would I get an answer
If these walls could talk
Would they explain why they now want me dead
Was it me am I a wicked man
Was this monster born of my own two hands

Some days it's tame
Doesn't spill too much blood
Some days it's crazy
And can never get enough
Some days are still like the calm before the storm
Some days I wish I was never born

I don't know how much I can take
I simply must get out of this mad house
Nowhere to hide I can't escape
I really think it's gunning for me now
You can't imagine how I ache to toss a match
And burn the whole thing down
I pray in time it's blown away
To nothing but a big hole in the ground

It's grown hungry rather famished
Smelling blood and turning savage
Now it's learning forming habits
Sentient and wreaking havoc
It is growing gaining traction
Can't give up I must take action
It is scheming gaining reason
Making plans becoming brazen
It is living in existence
Cognizant without a conscience
Shaping tactics without lenience
Setting traps to restore balance now
Get me out of this mad house
I'll die in this mad house